Gordo ordered them on their knees. There were 24 men and women, all wearing the same type backpack. There were two dark-skinned Mexicans that Sangrita had disarmed. They were the “Coyotes”, the guides that took part of the thousand dollar per person ticket to ride that these poor people paid to have a risky »

Travel is broadening, as they say, and also flattening – we were elevated and also humbled. Every day on the Silk Road had seemed like a week, every week like a month, in the sense that travel extends your life, buys you time. And time, dear friend, is running out. »

I thought she said “There’s a bullet hole in my skull the size of Detroit” He got older but what he really lost was the energy of life he had this energy then he lost it because what happens is you start to see the outcome see where it’s all headed & So you don’t want to go there anymore but there’s already nowhere else to go so Fuck it is all you can think it stops making any sense then & confusion sets in & you don’t want to lose everything you’ve worked your ass off for but there’s no real reason to try to maintain it either Then you start getting fat which
he did...»

Keith Olbermann Special Comment:The Four Great Hypocrisies of the Debt Deal

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WHY AREN’T YOU LAUGHING?

Funny man Budge Threlkeld’s death in 2005 was heartbreaking but historically appropriate. Few could match his charisma, innate kindness, and epic wit. He could endear himself to Republican tourists at a Disney World comedy club as effortlessly as if they were a gang of stoned malcontents in a smoke-filled basement in New York City. more...

Michael Sullivan'sTHE SEX LIFE OF ROBOTS

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Bukowski’s (all new)NOTES OF A DIRTY OLD MAN
What about fame? They ask me. Will fame destroy you? Well now, if I am famous and if it destroys me (meaning my talent) then sixty one years of my life will have gone by without my having sense any of the
traps... »

Mike Golden’s APOCALYPSE WHEN?
He would always notice the spiderwebs.“We’re smoking them
now,” he cackled. Which was when I realized the right half of
my body was totally paralyzed. “Mine too,” he whispered.
more... »

HATE MAIL: ASK DR. FAUSTROLL, PATAPHYSICIAN
If you’ve got the balls to ask our resident psycho-genius “How much
more meaningless has life become during the Obaminable age of
Social Networking?” do so at your own risk, you pussies more... »

Darius James' FREE BROTHER BOBBY
Sometime between the ages of eight and nine, traumatized by The Story of Dr. Doolittle, and his adventures in Hugh Loftig's whimsical Africa, wherein a cannibal the color of coal, and suited in an armor of rusty mop-buckets, was bleached by the titular hero to aid said cannibal in his quest for the heart of a fairyland lass, I forsooked the insidious charms of children's literature, embarking on an investigation of works consigned to disreputable -- nay, lunatic -- realms of public inquiry. more... »

Renfreu Neff’s SLEEPING AT THE MOVIES
As William Burroughs starts to explain why he always orders lamb chops in restaurants, Allen Ginsberg leaned over and confided to me that he & Bill (he eschews the deferential “William”) have had sex since the latter’s recent return. more... »

CLUB 86'ed PresentsMikhail Horowitz & Paul Austin in SECOND COMING

Trailer of the 1987 East Village Film about the return of you know who to the lower east side. more... »

Jane King’s NURSE JANE
Two years ago I went to the hospital to visit a sick friend who just
so happens to edit this mag, only to find he was being tortured by
a sadistic nurse. At the time I had already developed an elaborate
theory about nursing as an apt profession for sadists, so I put the
booga-booga on the booga-booga she had put on my friend
more... »

As he squinted in through the doorway she commanded, “And NOW, Furman, kiss me!” As if cameras were rolling. My hand, by now, expertly playing the keyboard of her backbone as I bent her back, flexible as an accordion. »

Rudy Wurlitzer’s The Drop Edge Of Yonder
The Captain and the Portuguese crew were afraid to set foot on land, convinced that the entire West Coast had been seized by a biblical conflagration; a disaster brought on, they had no doubt, by the godless scum of the earth »

Buddy Godox’s
REGULAR JOBBuddy Godox’s moving and pathetic performance of “Regular Job” from Mike Golden’s 1987 East Village film, “Second Coming.” Would you hire this guy?»

Bob Zmuda's Mr X Chronicles #3
“Anyway, so we’re in Jersey, drivin’ along in the limo, and Mr. X sees this bakery, and says, ‘Driver stop over here, I want a glazed donut. Okay, so inside, it’s midday and there’s a few people in line, so X just blurts out, ‘I want a glazed donut,’ real loud, like they’re all just hard of hearing, and this woman behind the counter, her name badge said ‘Flo’ »

Obviously, politics breeds strange bedfellows, and those bedfellows have been known to breed more than a few conspiracies hiding behind generic government cover-ups, i.e., such as the blatant cronyism behind war profiteering and the oil companies’ windfall profits at the expense of the rest of the economy. And while we’re at it, let’s not... »

She woke up before noon, which is something she had not done for two or three years. Before she showered, she went for a jog. She came home, turned up her music, and practiced yoga for an hour. After her shower, she stood on the couch and pulled down the poster of George Clooney »

Shameless Gratuities?

He was up fourteen grand. He decided to keep four for himself and give the rest to Walker as payment for the next installment of the script, making himself the producer. He would have Walker sign a paper saying all three of them owned the script equally. This was his move. … »

Ok, given what’s been happening in this country, who better to serenade us than our dear Abbie, with this first time online oldie but goldie from the middle of the Chicago 7 (8) trial… »

Even if eating it is not exactly their thing
they always have the option to use it as a dildo
made exclusively for them personally by white trash fashionistas
from the south of France collection, Dominique,
would you like a tattoo of your face on your ass, dear,
while you’re waiting for the designer to take measurements
we can use to fit your soul into a gift package?
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Although Tuli was dubbed “the Noel Coward of Bohemia” by his friend co-founding Fug Ed Sanders, I always thought of the multidextrous humanist-humorist as “the Tom Paine of standup protest performance art”, but no matter what handle any of us pin on him it’s safe to say he has probably subliminally influenced more underground writer-poet-artist-publishers than any other Boho to come down the page this century. »

"dick lit" is here to acknowledge the good, bad and ugly that goes with it, as it celebrates every young boy's quest to get off the next time, and every old man's quest to get off one more time, before there is no time left to get off on... »

Nothing and Everything is about the relationship of Eastern thought,
particularly Buddhism, to the arts in post-war New York City —from the early 1940s to the early1960s—a handful of individuals brought about major changes in music, performance, dance, theater, installation, video, mixed media, painting, and sculpture, as the evolution from modernism to postmodernism broke down the idea of art as a practice devoted to a particular medium. The world—or life itself—became a legitimate artist’s tool, aligning with Zen Buddhism’s emphasis on enlightenment occurring at any moment.... »

For three hours Ali was in the ring sparring, and the entire time he never threw a punch. When he finally stepped down I asked him what he was doing. “I’m gonna get that sucker so tired of punching me he’s gonna fall flat on his face,” Ali replied. And so the “Rope-a-Dope” was born, not in the ring in Zaire, but in a gym in Pennsylvania.
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It happened Thursday, April 18th, 1974, at Alice Tulley Hall, and those that were there will never forget it (if they remember it at all). The National Book Awards, commercial publishing’s now defunct version of the Academy Awards was in the bottom of the ninth, down »

Mimi & Richard Farina Live

In 1965, Mimi and Richard Farina dropped by the studios of WTBS (now WMBR) with electric guitarist Barry Tashian (of Barry & the Remains) for music and talk with DJ Ed Freeman. Richard is on dulcimer. One of Mimi’s two guitars is tuned like a dulcimer. The explanation for the brief gap in the tape has long been lost.

Michael Disend's RIDER OF THE JADE HORSE

Li looked firmly into his eyes. “No! I want man who is also a woman.” Penman nodded against his will, his gaze stealing down toward the strap-on dildo she was generously coating with lube. It thrust out like a red cannon from her leather harness. Why red? Is it because she’s from China?

“Dick lit” has been around since the first caveman’s curiosity stuck his dick into the equation when he rubbed those two rocks together around it until....DISCOVERED
Millie tittered, which is how girls used to be taught to laugh. Tilda wondered if this were an intentional jab.